Played Jenga and Taboo last night with some friends. I had, ugh, Mike's Hard Lemonade. It doesn't taste disgusting, but it's a girly drink.

Work work work. There's nobody around.

I really hate the entire idea of holiday travel. It's expensive, crowded, during the winter, interferes with religious observance of the holidays...

Bastards! Why can't I find the terms and conditions of my credit card on their friggin' web site? I just want to know what sort of coverage I have if I rent a car with it. It's in my files somewhere, but, c'mon! There has to be a way to see it online.

I need to get out of this job.

Drat, should've gotten a police report on the incident with the car. Apparently it might be possible to get money from the city if I did have one.

I should at least pretend to eat lunch. I'm still too busy to make it to the gym, but it doesn't matter, I'm not a member anywhere, so I'm not requiring as much input.

I'm also having trouble caring at work, as usual.